Him that is fallen, the physical sun Progenitor of the devil, serpent of time Adjustment at the will in Teloah we are alive And in darkness enabled to being-becoming the one
Death, the final release The dragon spreads his wings Telocvovim Death, the friend with loving arms And claws to rend this world apart Telocvovim
A cycle of cycles, always alone Yet never lonely, at the bed of a harlot Tiphereth, Saturnus, whom aeons begot Another time a stranger, let him be known
Death, the final release The draongs spreads his wings Telocvovim Death, the friend with loving arms And claws to rend this world apart Telocvovim
It was you who heard the Seraphim sing While I rode the sharpest banshee sting A toll of hellish might But whose is the nobler power to clain? The one light-hearted or of the darkest fame Alas, for both are but pawns in a cosmic game Regardless of the aim of their flight
A luminous spear brought new light into my blinded eyes He lives in all of you
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Death, the final release The draongs spreads his wings Telocvovim Death, the friend with loving arms And claws to rend this world apart TelocvovimTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
